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Winter Nights


Now Winter Nights Enlarge

Thomas Campion (1617)


 Now winter nights enlarge

 The number of their hours,

 And clouds their storms discharge

 Upon the airy towers.

 Let now the chimneys blaze,

 And cups o’erflow with wine;

 Let well-tuned words amaze

 With harmony divine.

 Now yellow waxen lights

 Shall wait on honey love,

 While youthful revels, masques, and courtly sights

 Sleep’s leaden spells remove.


 This time doth well dispense

 With lovers’ long discourse;

 Much speech hath some defence,

 Though beauty no remorse.

 All do not all things well;

 Some measures comely tread,

 Some knotted riddles tell,

 Some poems smoothly read.

 The summer hath his joys

 And winter his delights;

 Though love and all his pleasures are but toys,

 They shorten tedious nights.

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